Auriga.

She is many things, she has been many things. Warm and green, cold and grey. Devastated and dying. Now she's alive again, but we imitate those who were before us. Some of us claim mountains or the forests, or build fortresses on the plains. We begin to mistrust, and prepare for war… Still, she loves us as only a mother can, she fear for us. Winds of change began to blow, but this time it may be all-out storm. She pray for us, that we will be able to weather this storm. For nothing is immortal, and one day we will have to survive without her…

Our world is dying. Everything indicates that prophecy, preached so many centuries ago will fulfil itself. It began with a long and severe winters, with terrified animals fleeing south. And now we face brink of our own extinction. Starved and desperate we are forced to use all means to ensure the survival of our culture. Other's won't stand idly as we struggle against very nature. We are prepared for conflict. But we all know that the Cataclysm is coming… And it's inevitable.